"Liu Che! Today I will give you a grand fireworks display and give you back your life. From now on, there will be nothing between you and me! We will never meet again!"
"No!!!"
Who owed whom, who betrayed whom, who hurt whose feelings, who stole whose heart?
Gillian no longer wants to pursue it, and has no power to calculate it. But today, she would rather fall into the Abi Hell forever and suffer the pain of being burned by karma for the rest of her life than meet him.
The entanglement is lingering, who is the disaster? After all, I can only say, life is like a dream, sigh, this feeling can only be recalled. . .
Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, willows on palace walls all over the city. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy leaves me alone for a few years. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!